Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It took us some time as it's up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as stood, we needed a crew
I consider the Pope, I you.
But the Pope got enough tanks for me
and he no Tatra 603.
So is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, needs Humble Boris
Sound is OMNITRON, the walls of
- No 98-Olds, no
But the Trans-Siberian grind railroad,
the sure-win strategy: eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the district and the Iron Ration:

An I for an I at the rate of exchange;
another reduction, another in range.
Burning love - a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no soul - what to
The better hand with the few as it seems
the clock punched the jaw of my jingle-bell dreams
Dog eat hot dog the loss but made no bids
and the lost their taste in the mouths of the well-behaved kids.

and noise
drink and
The around.
More than less
we drink to
The pulls us down.

Honk if you the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should just sing along?
love - what a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no soul - to sell?
Can we have more faith in him than in drives?
or should science our heads as it fills our lives?

The Coming in a second or maybe too late, or
another fiction another creator.
are so many futures that we may have to live in
- the can't be given.

Laughter and
and rejoice
The around.
Amnesia
to fill our
we drown.

Honk if you love to bonk up the honky teenies.
Industrial history some pretty good sceneries.
Buffalo soldiers, your tapes and abide
for the scorched policy has us all up for a ride.

The second in romper suit and felt-pen moustache;
ancestors bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the little pigs and crooks who die in the
our will be smelly.